Saul looked down at his right shoulder. The wound was covered with a layer of warm-colored light, and there was no bleeding—of course, he wouldn’t bleed easily now anyway.

And it didn’t hurt either. He just felt his body’s center of gravity had changed, making all his movements different from before.

Losing an arm wasn’t actually a serious injury for Saul. If he wanted, he could even recover instantly.

But Saul’s heart still wasn’t calm.

Fortunately, what Frim took was his right arm. If it had been his left arm, then the Storm Eye anchor point and white bone monster fragments hidden in his left fingertips would have been taken.

As for his right arm, it mainly contained pollution sources Saul had been collecting. Although also quite important, it at least wasn’t as sensitive as the anchor point.

Saul raised his left hand to cover the gap where his right arm had been. The warm-colored light slowly disappeared, but Saul’s right arm didn’t grow back.

Saul lowered his hand. The wound was already covered with a layer of new skin.

There was no way to replenish magical power here, so Saul simply gave up on repairing his body.

It was an attitude of frank defiance—since you’re bullying me, I’ll keep the evidence of your bullying forever.

Let everyone see how the Tribunal treated its guests.

When Lia came around the corridor corner again and saw Saul, she discovered that the wizard before her was missing an arm. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel·fıre·net

Lia was shocked. Her eyes immediately reddened as she ran to Saul.

“Lord Saul, your arm, you…?”

Saul turned his head and said expressionlessly, “Your Chief Frim borrowed it for use. He probably won’t return it to me.”

Having said this, he turned back to his experimental table, contemplating the few scattered fragmented magic formations on it.

Lia clenched her hands tightly, but she couldn’t influence Frim’s decisions either.

She had been sent into the Maze Corridor to serve Saul not only because of her natural beauty, but also because she had actively fought for it.

When Saul had helped wizards clear black tide pollution at the coastline, she had actually been one of them. But during that chaotic battle, after being polluted, her appearance was completely ruined and her whole body was festering. Saul hadn’t noticed her as  anything but just another ordinary patient, so he had no impression of Lia at all.

Lia could become a second-rank wizard naturally through her own scheming and maneuvering, but facing Saul now, most of her emotions were genuine.

She was truly grateful that Saul had saved her and many of her friends. So when she said Saul could ask her to do anything, she was even willing to have a more intimate relationship with him.

However, Saul made no personal demands of her, only asking her to assist in gathering information and conveying his instructions.

This made Lia respect Saul even more and conscientiously do the work he assigned.

But she hadn’t expected that after leaving for just one day, she would return to find Saul had lost an arm.

She slowly inhaled, her nostrils trembling.

Saul still didn’t look at her.

Lia knew that as a Tribunal wizard, her current identity must make Saul extremely disgusted.

Even though for a third-rank wizard, losing an arm wasn’t a serious injury and there were many ways to regrow it, this didn’t mean the harm didn’t exist.

At the same time, the humiliation here couldn’t be erased just by healing the injury.

Unfortunately, their Tribunal Chief never cared about such things.

No one knew what he cared about besides black tides. Just like no one knew what the Tribunal’s judgment orders were really for.

Looking at the quietly bowed Saul, Lia felt somewhat heartbroken. She slowly walked to Saul’s side, knelt on one knee, and raised her hand to hold the hem of his robe.

“Lord Saul, I specialize in dark attribute magic. If you need to replenish magical power, or anything else, you can take it from me.”

Saul turned his head and glanced at Lia, “Even the kind that’s borrowed but never returned?”

Lia nodded and said, “I’m here to serve you. You can make any request of me.”

Saul squinted. A thin fate line emerged from the top of Lia’s head, looking at him like a little dog with hopeful eyes.

An hour later, Lia staggered away supporting herself against the wall. After turning the corridor corner, a light door appeared before her.

This was how she left, but Saul couldn’t see this door.

Lia straightened her spirits so outsiders couldn’t tell her magical power had been almost completely drained, then walked proudly through the light door.

Outside the door, Royer was pacing irritably back and forth in the Tribunal’s conference hall.

Seeing Lia, he quickly asked, “How is Saul inside?”

Lia shook her head, “Lord Royer, Lord Saul isn’t very happy. Besides experimental matters, he doesn’t speak much.”

She handed over the experimental materials about Mido she had gotten from Saul to Royer.

Royer received the materials he had been waiting for but didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he sat back in the conference hall chair with a pale face.

He had only been resurrected for a few days and was still in a weakened state. Although defeating second-ranks was no problem, he felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Now, with Saul suddenly imprisoned in the Maze Corridor by Frim, Royer felt even worse.

When Saul was invited over, he had known the Chief’s intentions after semi-forcibly bringing him here.

It was to prevent this Saul, who was very skilled at treating pollution, from being called by Gorsa for treatment, keeping someone alive and ruining the Chief’s plans.

But since coming to Evernight, Saul had been very well-behaved, cooperating with him and Alfonso in experiments, and even saving so many people when the black tide came.

Of course, now Saul’s greatest achievement was planting a new Black Sea Tree in the Red Sea—Mido.

Although Mido’s control fell to Sander, an ordinary person, which slightly annoyed Royer, he was happier that the Red Sea Trees he had nurtured for decades could continue to survive.

Everything Saul had done since coming here made Royer’s feelings toward him gradually change from surface enthusiasm to recognition, and finally to almost considering him one of their own.

But now…

Royer sighed.

Alfonso was his friend, a true friend, but his actions would endanger Nephret, so Royer had still reported to Frim immediately after discovering it. Finally, they made a plan to let Alfonso gather all atavistic mermaids for escape, then catch them all in one net. Later, even knowing Alfonso died to atone for his sins, Royer felt only sadness but no regret.

But everything Saul had done had helped the Tribunal to some degree.

Although Royer had suspected conspiracy theories at the time, he quickly realized that Saul, as a third-rank wizard, really didn’t have the ability to create mermaid aberrants.

In the end, Royer could only consider the unknown fourth-rank wizard who killed him as a trump card Alfonso had thrown out to help mermaids escape, and stopped thinking about Saul.

Therefore, Royer found this difficult to handle.

Seeing that Royer obviously didn’t agree with Chief Frim’s imprisonment of Saul either, Lia quietly suggested, “Lord Royer, always relaying information like this might cause oversights in the process. Could it affect Mido’s growth?”

Royer stood up, holding the materials Lia had just handed him, “I’ll go persuade the Chief. Actually, even if he doesn’t want to release him, there’s no need to confine him in the Maze Corridor.”

Having said this, Royer strode out of the conference hall, while Lia remained in place, thinking about how to help Saul escape his prison.

(End of Chapter)

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